Marcie Schreck (not Shrek) is a woman in Amarillo, Texas who asked Bill Windsor for help with her family’s legal problems 12 years ago. She was a no-show for Lawless America filming, but she contacted Bill for help again in 2021.
Bill spent virtually full-time for a year helping. Bill stopped helping when Marcie said and did things that he considered to be scary.
Now she’s back accusing Bill Windsor of all types of things that are complete fabrications.
Today, Bill Windsor reportedly slandered by Marcie Schreck and Letty Lanzaro. Bill received an email from long-time friend, David Schied. He reported the following:
“Marcie Schreck and her associate, Letty Lanzaro, are two women who have been recently calling to me. At first, Bill Windsor’s name was never mentioned to me by Marcie Schreck. Her request was for me to tell her about SEPSIS in my person experience; and then to ask what I might recommend in her having to deal with court corruption pertaining to some case in WACO, TX related to her deceased mother’s estate and problems with her disabled son. I did the best I could well over 1/2 hour on the first call.
“Then, after a week to 10 days, I got the call from Letty Lanzaro who called with heavy allegations about Bill Windsor being charged with “barratry” in the very same case. A 3-way conference call was attempted but failed with Marcie. Soon afterwards, Marcie and I spoke and she reiterated the allegations against Bill with more details. Both women were insisting that Bill Windsor needed to take down information from the Internet about Marcie’s son’s case or it would be the end of everything for her son as well as her mother’s estate.
“Both women are saying Bill had acted selfishly and ‘lawlessly’ to enter records into the court(s) as Marcie’s “representative.” Marcie ended up insisting that Bill had done so to get access to her mother’s estate by giving her false promises, including moving to a different state.”
Bill never did anything but help this family. He doesn’t know Letty. He doesn’t take well to demands and false accusations. He will not take anything down, and he will be delighted to sue them for slander and harassment.
Here are a few of the articles that Bill Windsor has published:
Barratry (/ˈbærətri/BARR-ə-tree) is a legal term that, at common law, described a criminal offense committed by people who are overly officious in instigating or encouraging prosecution of groundless litigation, or who bring repeated or persistent acts of litigation for the purposes of profit or harassment.
Funny how things work. I awakened at 2:48 a.m. Eastern Time just a few minutes ago.
At 2:48 a.m. in Columbus, Georgia a few years back, Mary Johnson Windsor gave birth to William Michael Windsor. Proud papa, Walter Michael Windsor, was a most willing participant.
Just a week before, my Mom was nine months pregnant in Hollywood, California. Dad accepted a job as General Manager of WGBA Radio in Columbus, Georgia.
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Facebook just zapped the story I wrote claiming it violated Terms, so I guess I have to re-write. Grrrr. I sued Facebook in 2013 for deleting my account claiming it promoted “nudity, pornography, and solicitation of sex.” It was about corrupt judges!
I can’t keep my eyes open, so I will rewrite what Facebook eliminated. There is a brief story written years ago on BillWindsor dot com
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Back to Hollywood….
Nine-month-pregnant Mom and Dad, who knew nothing about mothers and babies and childbirth, hopped into their car and drove 2,178 miles from Hollywood to Columbus, Georgia.
I was almost born in Show-Me-Where-She-Danced, Arizona when Dad hit a cow crossing the road in the wee hours of the morning.
But they made it to Columbus, and Dad checked us into the local motel.
I was taken to the hospital in an ambulance. This was very fitting since my Dad was born on a Gasless Sunday during World War I. Taxis and cars were not allowed that day, so Grandpa called an ambulance. All the ambulances were busy, so Grandma, Grandpa, and Walter-to-be were taken to the hospital in New York City in a hearse.
I got short-changed with a plain old ambulance. LOL.
We were living in a motel when Mom went into labor. Dad didn’t want his son to come home from the hospital to a motel room, so he raced out and rented a home at 2222 Buena Vista Road, Columbus, Georgia.
I was born at 2:48 a.m. on October 2, 1948. I’ve tried to keep that secret over the years, but there it is.
I feel 30 on the inside, except for Cognitive Decline, but I feel 100 on the outside since a Boise Cascade 18-wheeler hit me at 70-miles-per-hour in an accident in which I could have easily died. I can barely walk, and the corrupt judge hasn’t set a trial date. I figure Boise Cascade owes me a few million. I’ll trade in the Van Down by the River II and get a one-story house with a full-time female caregiver.
Now, I may not be 74 because my 11-year-old girl friend at Sam’s says I look 58 to her.
I’m celebrating today with THREE (3) football games — Cowboys, Cardinals, and Chiefs followed by a long-overdue evening in the Laundromat.
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Headed back to bed, and I fell and couldn’t get up. I didn’t have my cane and wasn’t wearing my noisemaker and strobe light. Finally managed to get upright after another scary fall.
Bill Windsor has been living alone full-time in a motorhome for several months.
It’s a decidedly new experience after 48 years as a homeowner.
There’s a lot of maintenance. The main task is the holding tanks that hold Gas, Propane, Fresh Water, Gray Water, and Black Water. You can’t let these overflow, and the Black Water Tank is where all the deposits from the toilet reside until flushed into a sewer.
I learned how to hook up all the hoses, watched numerous videos of the do’s and don’ts, got some help the first time from a friendly RV Campground neighbor, and survived in the original Van Down by the River. Then it took a rear-end-first dive into a nine-foot Ravine.
The Van Down by the River II is very nice, much smaller, but fully equipped.
There are tiny buttons that you press to light up even tinier lights that tell whether your Tanks are E, 1/3, 2/3, or F.
I have been unable to get the Black Tank to fully empty. I was unable to get it below 1/2. I re-read everything, watched all the videos again several times, tried various ideas presented online, and did a lot of cussing.
Then I put out a call for help on Facebook. Dozens of people responded, mainly seriously.
Special thanks to Wendi Robinson, Susan Carlson, JulieAnn McDougal, Charmin, Walmart’s ULTRA Dish Liquid, Amazon, Water Company, Campground with Free Water, trash bag makers, Thetford Tissue Digester, Hefty, the manufacturer of my cane, Eveready, Thor, the Propane Dude, and assorted others.
I took everyone’s advice and tried almost everything. At 10:24 a.m. on 10/1/2022, MY BLACK TANK IS EMPTY!!!!!
When you live full-time in an RV, it seems there’s little in life much better than an empty Black Tank.
It means all the yucky stuff is now in the sewer.
I’ll never know which of the things I used worked.
I’d like to think each of them did. It only took me about 24-hours of work. I’m putting a sign in my windshield: “WANTED, SWEET, BEAUTIFUL PLUMBER. Free room and board.” I’ll post a photo.
I believe Wendi’s advice about the importance of water was huge. My Black Tank registered 1/2 full, but that seems to have been TP stuck to a sensor. I repeatedly filled my pasta pot with water and brought it to a boil. I then poured it down the toilet. That took many hours and resulted in a few leg burns from splashing boiling water.
The water was left to mingle with yucky stuff overnight, and at 9:00 a.m., I began the task of emptying, filling with water using the Black Tank Flush, again and again, anxiously waiting for the clear sewer elbow to be showing nothing but clear water.
VOILA
Now I’ll be using the Carlson Patented Mexican TP Disposal Method. I’ve got to order something to improve my system —
Bill Windsor was in an accident in Tea, South Dakota. WELCOME TO SOUTH DAKOTA.
The winds are REALLY STRONG in South Dakota. The RV was rocking and rolling like an amusement park ride two nights before. Wild ride.
The weather calmed, so Mr. Bill and I decided to drive slowly to Lincoln County on July 11, 2022 to make a third attempt to get license plates. An electrical failure and one heck of a wind blew him backward down a 9-foot embankment at a gas station. It was a miracle that the 22,000-pound home didn’t roll over. A “No J1959 Activity” message appeared on the dashboard to indicate the electrical system had failed to the transmission. So when Bill gave it the gas to try to move forward to reposition himself, the RV was, unknown to him, stuck in reverse. Before he knew it, he was in a ravine.
The four herniated discs in Bill’s back and five in his neck got a jolt. A family pulled the RV out of the ravine, gathered up all the stuff that went flying, towed it to their repair shop, and took Bill to a motel.
Bill Windsor was in too much pain to sleep, but it subsided and he did not need medical treatment.
Just about everything that could go wrong with this move has gone wrong. But Bill Windsor is alive. God Bless those Angels who seem to save him
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